The Dressing Room

I'm not exactly sure why this day hasn't been turned into a national holiday, or why statues aren't being commemorated or books being written about, but this is me demanding asking that you all wish dear Michael a happy birthday-



Michael? Buggering hell, where have you gone off to? If you snuck back to work, so help me, Corner, I will hex you so badl- er, hahaha, wait. I remember there being a rule about "no threatening the birthday boy"- some rubbish along those lines. Anyway. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, M'DEAR MICHAEL. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

I've cake and chocolates and all sorts of things that'll make your stomach ache in the morning, so please feel free to celebrate this very, very important occasion.